Rites Of Spring

I want to be beautiful
I want to be obscene
I want to drown in a bottomless dream
I want to be magic
I want to believe
Maybe there's a world out there
In the spaces in between
I want to cry when the curtain comes down
I want to be terrified when the chorus comes around
I want to try, for as long as I'm able
To be violently graceful in the rites of spring
I want to be a coyote
I want to be a king
I want to be the last man standing at the end of everything
I want to be a riot
I want to be loud
I want to disappear completely into the sound
I want to cry when the curtain comes down
I want to be terrified when the chorus comes around
I want to try, for as long as I'm able
To be violently graceful in the rites of spring
I want to cry when the curtain comes down
I want to be terrified when the chorus comes around
I want to try, for as long as I'm able
To be violently graceful in the rites of spring